[Fic] Slumber Party
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kittydesadeTitle: Slumber Party 1/?
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy, Original
Characters: Samael, Surreal, Daemon Sadi
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG. Ish.
Summmary: Sam decides it would be fun to teach Daemon and Surreal a common Earth game.
Every time he thought he found a new thing from the Earth-world to share with Surreal, another one cropped up that promised more fun and good times. He didn't think he would be able to top this one, though.
Daemon looked significantly disgruntled. He would have the feeling, Sam decided, that he was losing in a game of which he knew neither score nor tally. Sam being Sam, he didn't have the heart to tell Daemon that the only score being kept was the enjoyment value, and there was no tallying of points involved. He took another drink from his bottle, gestured for Daemon to do the same. The contents, of course, were different. He'd asked Surreal to procure some bottles of good liquor, brought up a mixture of his own distillation from the Tower cellars. He wondered, also, what effect the stronger liquor would have on those from the realm of Jewels. He wasn't about to find out this way, though. And they were already sufficiently drunk, in any case.
Surreal seemed to be giggling behind her bottle, which was all to the good. He felt a little ashamed of what he was doing between the two of them, not enough to stop him, of course. But she didn't seem to see any harm in some good natured poking at the Black-Jeweled Warlord.
"It's your turn," he pointed out to Surreal, when she seemed disinclined to continue further. "Unless you'd like to forfeit and end the game?"
"Why end the game?" Daemon asked and then, sharper, "What forfeit?"
Sam was good, and did not roll his eyes. "I'm sure I can come up with something," he smirked.
"Sam!" Surreal laughed, lightly smacking him on the arm. "That's not any of his business, and he knows it."
He wasn't sure if the look she directed Daemon was altogether friendly, but he didn't comment. The past several weeks had led to a sort of truce between the two men, one which Sam did not intend to push the boundaries of.
Any other man, perhaps, but not when it involved someone for whom Surreal cared so much. He should have been jealous. Perhaps he was, a little. And perhaps it was that which made him taunt and tease the other man so, or maybe it was just his own instinctively seductive nature.
They were far too alike, the two of them, in several important and deep-set ways.
"It's still your turn."
"Hm." She sat up a little straighter, glancing from one man to the other. "Daemon. And I choose to Dare."
It was Sam's turn to giggle behind his bottle. He stretched out on the carpet, leaning his back against the couch and wondering what she would chose. She was, he thought, more than a little tipsy.
"I'd rather have Truth." Daemon looked a little sour at the prospect of a dare.
Surreal shook her head. "No. Dare. I dare you…" Her eyes looked around the room as though she was trying to think of something else absurd for him to do. So far they had stood on their heads and hands without the help of magic, done the hokey pokey (and Sam was regretting that he'd shown her that one), stood on a chair and recited a silly poem in a stuffy tone, and put a vase on their heads and flowers in their ears. They were keeping to convenient truths by silent agreement, and silly dares.
He was thinking more on the state of things between himself and Daemon and less on what Surreal was daring him to do, which was his only excuse for not noticing the other man until he had crawled in front of him with a sick yet sensual grin he might have seen in a mirror once or twice or five hundred times. Despite the fact that they might well have been matched for sheer seductive capability, neither of them trusted each other with their intimacies.
"Why, Daemon Sadi," he breathed, hot over the other man's lips. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Not by choice, I assure you." But his mouth twisted into a desperate and vicious little smile and that, too, Samael knew quite well. "But the dare was for a kiss."
"Just a kiss?" Sam's eyes slid towards Surreal, but for once her expression was unreadable, her eyes far too intent on the two of them bare inches apart.
He wondered, now, if she was as drunk as she appeared to be. If Daemon was as sober as he pretended to be. And if she really hadn't played this game before. He wouldn't have put it past Keelia or Miranda to have taught her, or Fred, or any of the other girls around the Tower. And she would have seen it as a wonderful opportunity.
But an opportunity for what?
All these thoughts accomplished in the blink of an eye. A slow blink and a fluttering of lashes too long to be anything but pretty on a man. Daemon blinked, too, as if he wasn't sure they had been there before. Perceptive for a drunk man; Sam had indeed sharpened his appearance somewhat, a little more on the effeminate side, just a touch, nothing that would damage familiarity. His eyes widened as though still startled, his lips parting on a breath of surprise and the sound of vulnerability. Appealing to Daemon's cruelty and long-simmering hate.
He wasn't disappointed. It was obvious bait, and maybe Daemon knew it for the bait that it was, but he didn't much care right now.
Their mouths did not so much kiss as collide, teeth nearly clacking and Daemon's tongue thrusting rapaciously into his mouth. He could taste the wine on the other man's wet lips. And beneath that something more as the kiss turned into a lunge, as his back and shoulders slammed full up against the edge of the couch and now Daemon's chest was pressed against him, their bodies hot and lining up too closely.
Fandom: Black Jewels Trilogy, Original
Characters: Samael, Surreal, Daemon Sadi
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG. Ish.
Summmary: Sam decides it would be fun to teach Daemon and Surreal a common Earth game.
Every time he thought he found a new thing from the Earth-world to share with Surreal, another one cropped up that promised more fun and good times. He didn't think he would be able to top this one, though.
Daemon looked significantly disgruntled. He would have the feeling, Sam decided, that he was losing in a game of which he knew neither score nor tally. Sam being Sam, he didn't have the heart to tell Daemon that the only score being kept was the enjoyment value, and there was no tallying of points involved. He took another drink from his bottle, gestured for Daemon to do the same. The contents, of course, were different. He'd asked Surreal to procure some bottles of good liquor, brought up a mixture of his own distillation from the Tower cellars. He wondered, also, what effect the stronger liquor would have on those from the realm of Jewels. He wasn't about to find out this way, though. And they were already sufficiently drunk, in any case.
Surreal seemed to be giggling behind her bottle, which was all to the good. He felt a little ashamed of what he was doing between the two of them, not enough to stop him, of course. But she didn't seem to see any harm in some good natured poking at the Black-Jeweled Warlord.
"It's your turn," he pointed out to Surreal, when she seemed disinclined to continue further. "Unless you'd like to forfeit and end the game?"
"Why end the game?" Daemon asked and then, sharper, "What forfeit?"
Sam was good, and did not roll his eyes. "I'm sure I can come up with something," he smirked.
"Sam!" Surreal laughed, lightly smacking him on the arm. "That's not any of his business, and he knows it."
He wasn't sure if the look she directed Daemon was altogether friendly, but he didn't comment. The past several weeks had led to a sort of truce between the two men, one which Sam did not intend to push the boundaries of.
Any other man, perhaps, but not when it involved someone for whom Surreal cared so much. He should have been jealous. Perhaps he was, a little. And perhaps it was that which made him taunt and tease the other man so, or maybe it was just his own instinctively seductive nature.
They were far too alike, the two of them, in several important and deep-set ways.
"It's still your turn."
"Hm." She sat up a little straighter, glancing from one man to the other. "Daemon. And I choose to Dare."
It was Sam's turn to giggle behind his bottle. He stretched out on the carpet, leaning his back against the couch and wondering what she would chose. She was, he thought, more than a little tipsy.
"I'd rather have Truth." Daemon looked a little sour at the prospect of a dare.
Surreal shook her head. "No. Dare. I dare you…" Her eyes looked around the room as though she was trying to think of something else absurd for him to do. So far they had stood on their heads and hands without the help of magic, done the hokey pokey (and Sam was regretting that he'd shown her that one), stood on a chair and recited a silly poem in a stuffy tone, and put a vase on their heads and flowers in their ears. They were keeping to convenient truths by silent agreement, and silly dares.
He was thinking more on the state of things between himself and Daemon and less on what Surreal was daring him to do, which was his only excuse for not noticing the other man until he had crawled in front of him with a sick yet sensual grin he might have seen in a mirror once or twice or five hundred times. Despite the fact that they might well have been matched for sheer seductive capability, neither of them trusted each other with their intimacies.
"Why, Daemon Sadi," he breathed, hot over the other man's lips. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Not by choice, I assure you." But his mouth twisted into a desperate and vicious little smile and that, too, Samael knew quite well. "But the dare was for a kiss."
"Just a kiss?" Sam's eyes slid towards Surreal, but for once her expression was unreadable, her eyes far too intent on the two of them bare inches apart.
He wondered, now, if she was as drunk as she appeared to be. If Daemon was as sober as he pretended to be. And if she really hadn't played this game before. He wouldn't have put it past Keelia or Miranda to have taught her, or Fred, or any of the other girls around the Tower. And she would have seen it as a wonderful opportunity.
But an opportunity for what?
All these thoughts accomplished in the blink of an eye. A slow blink and a fluttering of lashes too long to be anything but pretty on a man. Daemon blinked, too, as if he wasn't sure they had been there before. Perceptive for a drunk man; Sam had indeed sharpened his appearance somewhat, a little more on the effeminate side, just a touch, nothing that would damage familiarity. His eyes widened as though still startled, his lips parting on a breath of surprise and the sound of vulnerability. Appealing to Daemon's cruelty and long-simmering hate.
He wasn't disappointed. It was obvious bait, and maybe Daemon knew it for the bait that it was, but he didn't much care right now.
Their mouths did not so much kiss as collide, teeth nearly clacking and Daemon's tongue thrusting rapaciously into his mouth. He could taste the wine on the other man's wet lips. And beneath that something more as the kiss turned into a lunge, as his back and shoulders slammed full up against the edge of the couch and now Daemon's chest was pressed against him, their bodies hot and lining up too closely.